#i think it is actually one way or another. i have plans in the works

[timelessjk]

somehow, you. | jungkook au

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ summary: he was the quiet one in class. the type who never talked unless called on, who looked at the world from behind thick-rimmed glasses and stayed out of everyone’s way. you? you were the girl everyone knew. the one who never let anyone in. you weren’t looking for connection, and he wasn’t the kind to ask for it. but still… he did. and somehow, it worked.

ratings: 18+

pairing: jungkook x fem reader

genre: college AU, emotional intimacy, slightly slow burned.

warnings: explicit sexual content including unprotected sex (not advised), soft but possessive dirty talk, emotional vulnerability, praise, mild insecurity and reassurance, and a rough but tender dynamic in an established relationship. and ofc…big dicc jungkook cause UGH.

word count: 5.2k

a/n: hi! ok so. this is my very first fic i’m posting and i’m actually kind of losing my mind about it?? originally it was supposed to be two parts (pt.1 soft, pt.2 smut) but i got carried away and ended up writing it all in one go because i wouldn’t shut up abt this two!!

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thank you for reading!! leave your comments on what u think of my first fic 🥺! 🤍 - Sher

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The classroom always smelled like old air and pen inks, a familiar background hum to every forgettable weekday morning.

You sat at the back, as always, where you could stretch your legs, twirl your pen, and zone out without anyone bothering you. People knew you, too well.

Not because you tried, but because the world couldn’t help but notice the girl who always seemed a little untouchable.

Then the teacher changed the seating plan.

“Jeon Jungkook. You’re moving to the back, beside her.”

A ripple of murmurs went through the class, subtle but present. You could feel the stares. You looked up just in time to see him glance nervously your way before lowering his eyes and walking toward the seat beside you.

Jungkook. Everyone knew who he was, even if he rarely spoke. Top of the class. Never late. Always dressed clean, minimal, quiet. You didn’t expect anything from him. Didn’t need another nerdy guy going stiff just because you shared a desk.

But that day, he surprised you.

He sat down carefully, barely making a sound, and opened his book. No fidgeting. No glances. Just… stillness. Until you heard the smallest breath of a murmur.

“Chapter’s interesting,” he said, eyes still on the page.

You blinked.

“What?”

He didn’t flinch. “The reading. It’s good. Surprising, kind of.”

You studied him, confused. He hadn’t even looked at you. It was like he wasn’t trying to talk to you—just thinking aloud, and you happened to hear.

You didn’t answer.

But your curiosity flickered.

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The next few days, he didn’t speak again. But he was always on time. Always with his notebook perfectly aligned. Always glancing at your desk when he thought you weren’t looking—quick, nervous flicks of his eyes.

Then came the Wednesday.

You’d forgotten your pens, bag full of it. Not on purpose—just one of those mornings where you left everything behind. You muttered something under your breath, frustrated, and slammed your bag down.

Before you could think to dig through your things again, a sleek black pen rolled across your desk.

You turned. Jungkook was still facing forward, penless himself now.

“You sure?” you asked, surprised.

He nodded once. “I have another.”

You waited for a smile. A joke. Some kind of flirtation.

Nothing.

Just a calm silence.

It threw you off more than someone asking for your number ever could.

Then came the Thursday rainstorm.

You stayed behind after class, waiting for it to ease, stuck at the school’s entrance while thunder rumbled in the distance. Everyone else had already left, except for him.

He walked up beside you without a word, holding an umbrella. For a second, you thought he was going to walk past.

He hesitated.

“You live near East Gate, right?” he asked, voice low, eyes on the rain.

You narrowed your eyes. “How do you know that?”

He shrugged. “I’ve seen you leave that way. Every day.”

You didn’t answer.

He tilted the umbrella slightly toward you. “Come on.”

You stared at him like he’d grown two heads. But you followed.

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That walk changed everything.

He didn’t try to impress you. Didn’t pry. Just walked beside you, holding the umbrella with quiet precision to make sure it covered you both.

When you reached your turn, you stopped.

“Why’re you doing this?” you asked, genuinely confused.

He paused. Looked at you for the first time, really looked—eyes soft behind his wet fringe.

“Because you look like no one ever asks how you’re doing,” he said. “And i kind of want to.”

You stood frozen as he walked away, raindrops hitting your shoulders after the umbrella disappeared with him down the path.

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From then on, he became your quiet shadow.

Always beside you in class. Always one step behind in the hallway. But not in a clingy way. He respected your space but showed up when it mattered.

One morning, you came in late, eyes puffy from a night you didn’t want to talk about. You slumped into your chair, hoodie up, bare faced (that rarely happens whenever you go to class) sleeves tugged over your hands.

He didn’t say anything.

But when you finally looked at your desk, there was a folded note, written in perfect; clean handwriting.

“It’s okay to have days like this. You’re allowed to fall apart sometimes. I’ve got notes if you need them.”

You folded the paper slowly. Pressed your lips together. And something inside you melted.

You weren’t used to being seen like that.

You weren’t used to someone not asking for anything in return.

That day, you turned to him and whispered, “Thanks.” giving him a small smile.

He looked up, startled, as if he wasn’t expecting you to respond.

And smiled, unsure, but real.

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You think to yourself, you might fell for him. Maybe. Which is a weird feeling to you.

Given that you both barely have a proper (real) conversation.

Well you did exchange numbers—that’s because you both somehow were assigned to work together, so Jungkook thought it would be better to interact outside of class.

For study purpose of course.

Eventually both of you did text one another—occasionally. Just short texts nothing conversation worthy.

Yeah, you felt this weird butterflies.

But, you didn’t fall all at once.

It happened slowly. Over study sessions you didn’t consider were study sessions, coffee walks that became routines, quiet texts late at night when he’d ask, “Did you eat today?” and not stop asking until you said yes.

Over the time, during study sessions, you found yourself laughing around him. Trusting him.

Letting your guard down without realizing it had dropped.

One night, you asked through text, in your bed, loneliness crept again, “You know i’m kind of… a mess, right?”

He replied few seconds too fast.

“I know,” he said. “But you’re the kind of mess that makes sense to me.”

And you fell.

Quietly. Completely.

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You weren’t sure when the lines blurred—when study sessions became excuses to sit a little closer, when shared coffee turned into shared glances, when “see you tomorrow” carried the weight of don’t forget me.

Jungkook didn’t rush anything. He never did.

But one Friday, something shifted.

He caught up with you after class, his hoodie sleeves pushed halfway up, headphones around his neck, looking nervous in a way that made your heart weirdly ache.

“Hey,” he said, walking beside you. “There’s this exhibition at the design building… the one with digital installations. I thought—maybe you’d like it.”

You turned to look at him. “You inviting me?”

He nodded, looking at the floor. “If you want. No pressure. It’s tomorrow.”

You almost teased him. Almost said something sarcastic just to keep things from feeling too serious. But something in the way he looked—open, nervous, sincere—made you soften.

“Yeah,” you said. “I’d like that.”

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The exhibition was small. Quiet. Dreamy.

Digital light shifted across the walls like watercolor in motion. Projected clouds drifted across the floor.

Every room had its own ambient sound—soft, electronic music and echoing whispers. It should’ve felt awkward, being alone together in that hush.

But with him, it didn’t.

You stood in one of the installations surrounded by cascading lines of digital rain, blue and silver glowing all around and he looked at you like he wanted to remember the moment.

“I like this,” you said quietly.

He glanced at the ceiling, then back at you. “Me too.”

A beat passed.

“Honestly… i didn’t know if you’d say yes,” he admitted. “To coming here.”

You tilted your head. “Why not?”

He looked at you. “Because i’m not like the other people you talk to.”

“You mean the loud ones? I don’t talk to just anyone, anymore. Besides, didn’t we spend a good amount of time together for the past month to be considered as…friends?”

He smiled, barely. “Yeah. The ones who know what to say. And yeah i knew that but still, i thought it was just a study session, coffee catch ups with you—that you’d rather spend your time with your other…friends.”

You shifted your weight. “Maybe i got tired of people who always know what to say and FYI—i’d rather spend my time with you.”

Silence.

Just the sound of soft electronic rainfall.

Then he said it—so low you almost missed it:

“I really like being around you.”

You turned to him, heart suddenly too loud in your chest.

He’s so dreamy, handsome.

“I really like being around you too.”

And he looked at you like you’d just said the one thing he’d been waiting to hear.

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Your first kiss wasn’t at the exhibition.

That night had already held enough. The way he kept sneaking glances at you while pretending to read the plaque beside a sculpture, the way his hand hovered close to yours but never quite touched.

You walked the whole gallery like that, quiet but full of something neither of you wanted to name yet.

Later, he offered to walk you home. You said yes.

The air was cold but not bitter, the city dim and quiet in that in-between hour.

Your footsteps echoed against the pavement, your breath blooming white in the air. He kept his hands in his coat pockets, close but not brushing yours.

“Did you like the exhibit?” he asked, his voice low and a little shy.

“I did,” you said. “But i think i liked walking around with you more.”

He turned his head slightly, surprised. “Yeah?”

You nodded, not looking at him. “It was… nice. I don’t usually do things like that. With people.”

Jungkook was quiet for a moment. Then “You mean dates?”

You blinked. “Was this a date?”

His voice went even softer. “I wanted it to be.”

You stopped walking. Your apartment was just ahead, but you didn’t want to go in yet. The moment felt full.

Suspended.

He looked at you, eyes searching. “Can I be honest?”

You tilted your head. “Aren’t you always?” you giggled.

He smiled faintly. “I think about you a lot more than i should.”

You swallowed. “What does that mean?”

“It means i’ve liked you for a while. Even before you started talking to me.”

“You’re not exactly… forward, you know.”

“I didn’t think i was your type.”

“You’re not,” you said simply. “At least, not what i thought my type was.”

His expression didn’t change much, but you saw the flicker of hope behind his eyes.

You glanced down at your keys, twisting them between your fingers. “You’ve been patient with me.”

“I don’t mind waiting,” he said. “But sometimes i think… i just want to know if i’m the only one feeling this.”

You looked at him then. Really looked.

His scarf was wrapped high, almost to his mouth. His cheeks were pink from the cold, eyes warm, uncertain, but wide open.

He wasn’t trying to be smooth. He wasn’t trying to win. He was just there, telling you the truth.

Then slowly and tentatively, he stepped closer, his breath shallow.

His voice barely carried “Can I kiss you?”

You felt everything in you pause.

And then “Yeah,” you said softly, heart pounding.

“Yeah, you can.”

He didn’t hesitate after that. He leaned in, hand rising to your cheek, thumb brushing gently across your skin. His lips met yours in a kiss that was soft, slow, careful.

He was learning something sacred; he didn’t want to rush what he’d waited so long to feel.

When he pulled back, your lips still tingled from the warmth of him, your chest full and fluttering.

You smiled, breath curling in the air. “You always this careful?”

His voice was low, but sure. “Only when it’s important.”

And you knew, right then, it was.

You didn’t talk much after that kiss.

Not because it was awkward. Because it wasn’t. It was the kind of silence that wrapped itself around you like a blanket. Soft, steady, enough.

He waited for you to open the door. Didn’t push. Just gave you that small smile, the one he only ever gave you and said, “Text me when you’re inside.”

You nodded, stepped in, and closed the door.

Then leaned your forehead against it.

You were in trouble.

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The next few days were different in all the ways that mattered.

You still sat beside each other in class. Still studied together in the library. But now there were new things. A small, subtle shifts.

His knee brushed against yours and didn’t move. He’d lean in when he spoke, voice softer. You’d catch him looking at you, and this time, you didn’t look away.

You weren’t used to this version of yourself; unguarded. And Jungkook, for all his quietness, seemed to understand that.

He never rushed you. Never asked “what are we?” or “where is this going?”

He just stayed.

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It wasn’t planned.

The day had been normal. Classes, campus noise, another group project that had you rolling your eyes while Jungkook just quietly took notes. He always took notes, even when no one else cared. You liked that about him. You’d never told him.

You were both walking back from campus, the sky soft with evening gray, when it started to drizzle.

Jungkook held his bag over your head.

You laughed. “You know i’m not gonna melt, right?”

He just looked down at you. “You’re still cold when it rains. You get quiet.”

You didn’t answer. Mostly because he was right. You did get quiet.

And he noticed.

By the time you reached your apartment, your hair was damp, and your mood had shifted. You weren’t sad—just heavy.

One of those days. You didn’t say much as you opened the door and let him in.

Jungkook toed off his shoes carefully, still holding that nervous energy he always carried when he was in your space. You dropped your keys in the bowl by the door and stood in the kitchen, hands on the counter.

“Want tea?” you asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. That’d be nice.”

The silence between you was soft. Not tense. Just full of all the things you weren’t ready to say out loud. You made tea. He sat at the table. You sat across from him, knees brushing under the wood.

Then, out of nowhere, you said it.

“I don’t let people in.”

He looked up, startled. You weren’t looking at him—just staring into your mug.

“I don’t know how to do that,” you continued. “It’s easier when no one expects anything.”

A long pause. Then:

“I never expected anything,” he said.

You finally looked at him. He looked… calm. A little sad. But calm.

“I just liked being around you.”

You nodded slowly. “You still do?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Even more now.”

The air between you shifted. Slowed. Deepened.

And you whispered, “Stay tonight?”

He didn’t ask questions. Didn’t assume.

He just said, “Okay.”

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You sat on the floor of your bedroom while he changed into the extra clothes you gave him. A quiet hum played from the speaker, barely audible.

When he stepped back into the room; barefoot, hoodie sleeves pushed up, eyes soft, you suddenly felt that aching fear again.

What if you messed this up?

What if it didn’t last?

And then he crossed the room and knelt in front of you.

His hand rested gently on your knee. “You don’t have to be anything for me,” he said quietly. “You don’t have to perform. Or smile. Or fix anything.”

You looked down at your lap, fighting the warmth in your throat.

“I don’t know how to do this,” you admitted.

“I’ll wait while you figure it out,” he said.

Just like that.

No grand declaration. No demand. Just steady, honest patience.

You reached for his hand.

Held it.

And when you finally crawled into bed beside him, there was no space left between you. You pressed your back to his chest, his arm wrapping loosely around your waist. His breath tickled your shoulder.

“You okay?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” you whispered back.

And you meant it.

You woke to the quiet shift of fabric. The soft sound of him sitting up beside you.

Morning light filtered through the curtains in a pale blur. Your back was still warm from where his arm had rested. You blinked slowly, your mind caught between dreams and now.

Jungkook was already awake, hoodie wrinkled, hair messy from sleep.

He was sitting at the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve.

He looked like he was thinking too loud.

You propped yourself up on your elbow. “Hey,” you said, voice scratchy.

He turned to you immediately, like he’d been waiting. “Hey,” he echoed. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

You sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around your shoulders. “You okay?”

He nodded. Then shook his head. Then let out a quiet breath, like he wasn’t sure how to start.

“Can i ask you something?” he said softly.

You stilled, heart already beginning to tap faster in your chest. “Yeah.”

He looked down at his hands, picking at a loose thread on the cuff of his sleeve.

“I don’t want to ruin anything. I’m not trying to pressure you,” he started, voice careful. “But… what are we?”

You didn’t answer right away.

His eyes lifted. “I just…last night meant something to me. You mean something to me. And i know you don’t let people in easily. So i don’t want to assume anything, but i also don’t want to keep pretending this is just… nothing.”

You watched him for a moment, your throat tight.

“I didn’t think you’d ask,” you murmured.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re usually the quiet one. The patient one.”

“I still am,” he said. “But being patient doesn’t mean I’m not feeling things too.”

You swallowed, fingers tugging at the edge of the blanket. “I’m not good at this. I don’t know how to explain what i feel when i’m with you. It’s new. And a little scary.”

He nodded slowly. “Same.”

You looked at him. “But i don’t want it to be nothing either.”

Jungkook’s expression softened. “Yeah?”

You nodded, quieter this time. “Yeah.”

He shifted closer, his knee bumping gently against yours. “Then maybe… we don’t have to label it yet. But I just needed to know i wasn’t alone in it.”

“You’re not,” you said.

You meant it.

Jungkook exhaled a breath he’d been holding. Then reached out, tentative at first and he curls his fingers around yours.

“Okay,” he said, voice warm now. “Then i’m yours. However long it takes.”

You smiled, eyes stinging just a little. “You’re really not what i expected.”

He grinned—finally, fully. “I get that a lot.”

And in the quiet that followed, your fingers remained laced with his. Simple. Certain.

And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel like you had to run.

It had been a month.

One month since Jungkook had leaned across your front step and kissed you like it mattered. Since he’d touched your face like he was afraid you’d vanish if he blinked too fast.

And somehow, things still felt new. Still soft. Still unreal in moments like now, with him sprawled across your bed in a hoodie, reading on his stomach, feet swaying behind him like a kid.

You were half-working on an assignment, half-watching him.

“You’re staring,” he said without looking up.

“I’m admiring,” you corrected.

He turned his head just enough to catch your smirk, then gave a small smile. “Baby,” he said under his breath, “you’re distracting.”

“You like it,” you replied, nudging his leg with your foot.

He hummed. “I do.”

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Your relationship had grown into something… daily. Quiet rituals that made your chest ache. He’d walk you to class with your fingers looped in his sleeve. He’d wait for you outside the library, sipping iced coffee and reading the latest novel you lent him. You started wearing his hoodies without asking. He stopped looking surprised when you kissed his cheek mid-sentence.

But even with the sweetness, there was still something unspoken hanging between you.

Something warmer. Heavier.

Like tonight.

He was still lying on your bed when you finally gave up pretending to work and climbed over him, plopping yourself beside his back with a sigh.

He closed his book and peeked at you. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you murmured. “You’re just comfy.”

He let out a soft laugh. “You say that every time you use me as a pillow.”

“Because it’s true, baby.”

You shifted, laying your head against his back. Your palm flattened over his spine.

Jungkook went still for a second—then melted.

“Do you…” you hesitated, unsure why your throat suddenly felt tight, “do you ever want to do more than just lie here?”

He was silent for a moment.

Then, softly: “Yeah. I do.”

You sat up a little, just enough to look at him.

His cheeks were already flushed.

“I just never know if you’re comfortable,” intertwining your fingers together.

“Or if you want to. I’ve never really… gotten this far before.” he added.

You blinked. “You haven’t?”

He shook his head. “I’ve dated a few, but it never got serious. And no one ever really looked at me like you do.”

That last part made your chest squeeze.

“You mean like you hung the stars?” you teased gently.

He smiled, eyes shy. “Kind of, yeah.”

You reached out, brushing your fingers through his hair. “You’re not the only nervous one, baby.”

“I’m not?”

You shook your head. “I’ve been with my fair share of…flings? boyfriends?, whatever you wanna call it—but it never felt right nor did it worked out, obviously. It always felt like they expected something from me. You don’t.”

Jungkook shifted, sitting up properly now. You were both facing each other, legs crossed.

“Can i ask you something?” he said quietly.

You nodded.

His voice was careful. “If we… wanted to try something. Anything. Would you tell me if you weren’t ready?”

“Always,” you promised.

He reached forward, brushing a thumb against your cheek. “Okay.”

You leaned into his palm.

And after a beat, you whispered, “Would you kiss me now?”

His lips twitched. “I’d give you anything you want.”

When he kissed you—slow and warm, one hand still cupping your jaw—it felt like everything in the world slowed down. Like it was just you and him, tangled in hush and trust.

You shifted closer, your hand slipping beneath the hem of his hoodie, resting just above his waistband. You felt him freeze, just slightly.

“Too much?” you whispered.

“No,” he breathed. “Just new.”

You smiled into the kiss. “We’ll take it slow.”

“Promise?” he breathes into the kiss.

“Promise.”

And when he pulled you fully into his lap, burying his face in your neck with a soft laugh, it felt like something more than new.

It happened on a night that didn’t feel special; no candles, no dramatic music, just the two of you in your room after dinner, legs tangled on your bed, warm with laughter and full from pasta Jungkook had insisted on cooking himself.

He was wearing gray sweatpants and one of your oversized shirts, sleeves pushed up, his hair messily falling across his forehead.

You had just pulled him down for a kiss. Playful, slow.

But then it lingered. Deepened.

And something shifted.

His tongue slipped against yours, deliberate. His hand came up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer like he couldn’t help himself anymore.

When you whimpered against his lips, he pulled back slightly, gaze heavy-lidded.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low and rough.

You nodded, breathless. “Yeah. Just… wasn’t expecting you to kiss me like that.”

He brushed your cheek with his thumb. “Like what?”

“Like you’ve been waiting to.”

“I have been,” he murmured. “For so fucking long.”

Your chest tightened, breath caught in your throat.

“We’ve kissed many, many times before?,” you giggled.

And then his lips was on yours again, more desperate this time. No teasing. No question.

Jungkook leaned over you, pressing you into the mattress, his body slotting between your thighs like it was instinct.

You felt how hard he was through the thin fabric of your shorts. He wasn’t trying to hide it. He wanted you to feel it.

“Jungkook,” you breathed, tugging at his shirt. “Please.”

He sat back just enough to yank it over his head, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. “You sure?”

“Baby,” you said, reaching for him again, “I’ve never been more sure.”

Something in his expression cracked open at that relief, hunger, something fierce and protective all at once.

“Then let me have you,” he said, voice dark, breath ragged. “Let me fuck you like you deserve.”

The way he said it; need dripping into every syllable made your whole body shudder.

He tugged your shorts down fast, your panties going with them. When you gasped, he kissed the inside of your thigh, then hovered over you again, his cock straining visibly in his sweats.

“God,” he whispered, eyes raking over you. “You’re so fucking pretty like this. Laid out for me.”

Your hands reached for him, desperate. “I want you, Jungkook. I don’t wanna wait.”

“You won’t,” he said, voice curling around you like silk and smoke.

He shoved his pants down just enough to free himself, stroking himself slowly as he stared at you.

“You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he murmured. “No idea how long i’ve wanted to be inside you.”

You reached between your legs, spreading yourself open for him.

His mouth dropped open slightly. “Fuck.”

He lined himself up, eyes locked on yours. “Tell me if i go too fast, okay?”

You nodded, heart hammering. “I trust you.”

That did something to him.

He pushed in slow, deep, all at once.

Your breath hitched, legs trembling.

“Holy fuck,” Jungkook groaned, head falling to your shoulder. “You feel like heaven. So wet for me already.”

You clung to him, nails dragging lightly down his back.

“Move,” you gasped. “I need you.”

He obeyed without hesitation, pulling back, then slamming into you again with a rhythm that made your head spin.

It was hard and deep. Not rushed, but intentional. Like he knew exactly how to tear you apart and put you back together.

“Baby,” he breathed, panting against your throat, “you’re taking me so well.”

You moaned, legs tightening around him.

“You always this tight, or is it just for me?”

“Only you,” you choked out, voice cracking. “Only ever been like this for you.”

That made him growl.

“You feel perfect. Like you’re made for me.”

Every thrust dragged a whimper from your lips. Every kiss to your neck made you melt further under him.

You could feel how careful he was, even in the roughness. Like he wanted you to feel claimed, but not hurt. Never that.

“You like when i talk like this?” he asked, voice low in your ear.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Fuck, Jungkook.”

“You make me lose my mind, princess. Got me thinking about you all day. Couldn’t wait to fuck you full of my come inside.”

Your back arched, nails digging into his shoulders.

He shifted his hips, angling deeper. “You gonna come for me like this? Gonna come on my cock hm?”

You nodded desperately, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. “Yes….don’t stop.”

“Look at me,” he whispered.

You did.

And in the silence that followed, he slowed down, but pressed in deep and stayed there.

His body trembled above yours, like he was holding something back—not just his release, but something heavier.

You cupped his cheek gently. “Jungkook?”

His voice broke.

“I love you,” he whispered; then again, faster, almost panicked. “I love you so much it’s scaring me.”

You stared up at him, eyes wide.

“I—” His throat worked as he swallowed, his brows drawn tight with emotion. “I never thought i’d have this. You. I never thought someone like you would ever even look at me.”

“Jungkook—”

“I used to watch you,” he continued, voice cracking. “In class. You were always so confident. So distant. But then you sat next to me—God, i still remember the way you looked that day. I thought it was a joke. Like there’s no way you would sit beside me.”

Your chest ached. He kept going.

“But you did. You stayed. You talked to me. You let me see pieces of you no one else gets to. And i still don’t know why. I still think maybe you’ll wake up and realize you could do better and just… leave.”

You shook your head, eyes stinging.

“But you don’t,” he whispered. “You stay. You’re patient with me when i get quiet. When i don’t know what to say. You still kiss me like i matter.”

His voice dropped lower, barely a breath.

“I don’t know what i did to deserve you. But fuck—i’m so glad you exist. I’m so glad you sat next to me.”

Your lips parted, but nothing came out.

He saw the silence as hesitation, and something in his face crumpled.

“It’s okay,” he said quickly, pulling back just slightly. “You don’t have to say it back. I just….i needed you to know. Even if i’m not what you expected. Even if I’m not enough.”

And that’s when it hit you.

This boy; this quiet, brilliant, soft-hearted boy had been holding it in for months.

You surged up and kissed him.

Not soft. Not gentle.

You kissed him like you were giving him an answer.

He gasped against your lips when you pulled away.

“I love you,” you whispered. “Are you kidding? You’re everything.”

He blinked, stunned.

“I didn’t say it sooner because i was scared i’d ruin this,” you said. “But Jungkook… you are everything i could ever ask for.”

He let out a shaky breath—half a laugh, half a sob—and kissed you again, deeper this time. Needy. Grateful.

You weren’t sure what hurt more. The way he was moving inside you, or the way he was looking at you.

Like you were a miracle.

Like you were something he’d never believed he could have.

Every thrust was deep, steady, but trembling with emotion. He was holding on for dear life. His forehead pressed to yours, sweat on his brow, his breath hot and uneven.

“God,” Jungkook groaned, voice raw, “you feel so good, too good.”

You cupped his face again, thumbs brushing over his flushed cheeks. “You can let go. i’ve got you.”

But he didn’t. Not yet.

“I don’t want this to end,” he whispered. “I don’t want us to end.”

“We won’t,” you said softly. “I’m right here.”

He choked on a breath, hips stuttering. “I’ve never… never loved anyone like this.”

You nodded, tears welling. “Me either.”

And still, he didn’t stop moving. He couldn’t; not when your body clung to his like a prayer, not when your nails curled against his back, not when your lips parted with little gasps that sounded like his name.

“Let go, baby,” you whispered. “I want you to come inside. Cmon baby.”

His pace faltered; sharper, desperate. “Can’t believe you’re mine,” he breathed. “Can’t believe it’s you.”

Then, with a deep groan against your neck, he finally gave in—shuddering in your arms, body tensing, spilling into you like it was all too much and not enough at once.

You held him through it.

Through the tremble in his limbs.

Through the whispered “I love you” that followed on the heels release. Ropes of come dripping out as he pulls out slowly then inside again. You moaned at the sensation.

He didn’t move for a while—just stayed there, inside you, wrapped around you, like he couldn’t stand to lose the warmth.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, stroking his hair. “You don’t have to hold on so tight.”

He nuzzled into your shoulder. “I want to, though.”

“I know,” you smiled. “Me too.”

Eventually, he shifted, settling beside you, your bodies still tangled beneath the blankets.

The silence was heavy but comforting. No more fear. No more holding back.

Just breathing. Together.

You turned to look at him, and he was already watching you.

“What?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He traced your jaw with his thumb, eyes soft.

“Out of everyone in this whole world… somehow, it was you.”

Your chest ached.

You kissed him, slow and deep and sure.

And thought, yeah.

Somehow, it was him too.

[gffa]

Another "oh SHIT" moment I had while watching Revenge of the Sith in the theaters was that I always had trouble with Palpatine revealing himself to Anakin like that, it felt so clunky and awkward and I just chalked it up to George Lucas saying so himself, that he writes scenes to move the story along. I love his work, but he's not always the smoothest writer. "But why would Palpatine reveal himself like that? Just blurt it out, knowing that Anakin wants to kill him? Because Anakin very much did want to kill the Sith Lord they'd been searching for! Knowing that Anakin might very well go tell the Jedi about him and they'd have an excuse to fight him directly?? He's usually so much more careful than that! This is just silly!" But thinking about Palpatine's masterful manipulation of Anakin in the other scenes (his story about Plagueis being designed to crack Anakin's moral foundation, his forcing the Jedi to put Anakin on the Council knowing they would object and use it to spy on him because he's aware they don't trust him, he says right to Anakin that he knows they're plotting against him and asked Anakin to spy on him, he knew that was what was going to happen, his suggesting Anakin be the one to go to Utapau knowing that they would choose someone better suited to it, etc.) I had a sudden brick to the face moment. Oh, shit, wait, no, he wanted Anakin to go to the Jedi! He wanted them to try to arrest him and then fight him, so he could say they were planning a coup and to force Anakin into a chaotic moment where he had no time to think, only to react, knowing that he would side with Palpatine out of fear of losing Padme. EVERYTHING Palpatine does with Anakin in that movie is a manipulation to get him right where Darth Sidious wants him. Even the parts that seem like he's suddenly overplaying his hand, no, he's doing that on purpose because he's setting up the dominoes so he can knock them down. And he needs Anakin to at least not be against him because, as he says, Anakin will be more powerful than all of them one day. No one can stand against him if Anakin is either with him or off the board by staying behind at the Temple. Because Palpatine has to get rid of the Jedi, it's not just revenge, it's because they're the only ones who can actually rival him. He may be one of the strongest Force users in the galaxy, but even he couldn't stand against 10,000 of them, especially not if Mace may very well have actually won that fight without Anakin's interference. Whatever happened, he needed to force that confrontation and he did it in the way that appealed to Anakin to save him, because he knew the Jedi wouldn't let him live, and Anakin might fight him, but he wouldn't do so whole-heartedly if Palpatine was making sad grandpa eyes at him and saying, "I beg you, use my knowledge to save Padme." That reveal isn't a scene written just to move the movie along, it's another chess move by Palpatine to force the situation into the end game, now that Dooku and Grievous were dead and he wanted his Empire to rise now.

[soobsim]

sweat session hn.k

(as a gym girlie, i just couldn't resist)

[DISCLAIMER: nsfw – minors dni, gymbro!kai x afab!reader, shower sex, jealous kai, that's all i have to say-just trust me and read]

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it's impossible to not have a crush on huening kai, who has been working out in the same slot as you for three months now. you never talked to him, but it was like a silent agreement between you two to workout together.

stolen glances, always showing up at the same time, spotting each other, saving the equipment while the latter would be using it, they were all silent cues.

so when you showed up to the gym with another gymbro, one of these days, kai didn't appreciate it.

he hated it actually—watching you both the entire time as you shared laughs between sets, suggested useful tricks, high-fived the other guy and barely acknowledged his presence in the gym.

you wearing a sports bra that matched your tight leggings didn't help either, it only riled him up further. it was hard enough not to act on sheer lust when he saw you in those for the last three months, but now you were compromising that mutually subtle deal between you two? he wasn't having it.

kai didn't hide it, having a rather brutal workout session that evening before he followed you to the showers. ofcourse, he made sure that no other women in there, he wasn't a creep.

he heard the shower running in one of the cubicles and didn't even think twice before knocking on it's door, "open up, y/n." he said, rather calmly.

you froze on the other side, not having expected to hear kai's smooth voice to interrupt your post-workout shower. and, because of the chill that ran down your spine when he called your name.

"what the hell? kai..? this is the women's section." you said with your brows furrowed, your hands stilling over your naked body.

you could hear kai grumble on the other end, "as if i didn't know that already. i know that. now, open the door."

your heart leaped in your throat and you blinked a few times, "no, i won't. why would i open the door? i'm naked." you scoffed, not sure what he was even thinking for him to ask that.

"that's all the more reason for you to open the door." his voice deepened. "would you open the door if it was that guy you brought in today?" he chuckled and leaned closer to the door.

your confusion started to clear out at his question. he was jealous, so your little plan did work out. except, you didn't really think about the consequences.

after a short pause, you answered him "ofcourse not." you said it like it was the most obvious thing ever.

huening kai raised a brow behind the door, "yeah? you didn't mind him touching you throughout the workout."

your lips almost curled into a smile, "he wasn't touching me, he was spotting me." you retorted, which kai again, didn't like very much.

"y/n, open the door or you know i'm capable enough to do it myself." his tone drained out any room for a joke right now. you know he's right. you've seen how strong he is, and he could break the door down if he really wanted to.

you inhaled a deep breathe before reaching for the knob and unlocking the door. kai pushed it open, just enough for his body to walk in before he slammed the door shut again.

his sharp eyes stayed on your face for a good minute, and then trailed down your naked body, which was soaking under the shower head.

kai stepped forward, his hand reaching for your jaw and grabbing both of your cheeks in a single hand. "come on, y/n. you know better than to bring a third person between what we have." he breathed down onto your lips, letting the shower rain down on his fully clothed body.

you swallowed thickly, your body burning under his gaze, how he didn't care if you were naked and walked in any way.

"and, what do we have exactly, kai?" you managed to let out, your gaze fixed up onto him as he towered over you.

kai chuckled under his breathe and tightened his fingers around your face, "want me to give you a preview?" he rasped and leaned lower, letting his lips brush over yours.

you knew that you can't run from this, you didn't even want to. it hardly took a few minutes for kai's clothes to join yours on the door's hooks, and your front to end up pressed against the wall with kai behind you.

inside you.

he kissed you first, his hands mapping out your body like it belonged to him. "you didn't mind him touching you.." he repeated against your jaw as he pumped two of his long fingers in and out of you.

"he-"

"no, y/n. doesn't matter if he was spotting you, he had his fucking hands on you." he basically growled in your ear as you moaned at the way his fingers curled inside you.

kai kept his other hand around your neck, which he then used to turn you around and press your face against the wall. "no one gets to touch you like that. just me." he whispered as he pushed the head of his hardened cock between your folds.

your knees trembled at the feeling and your forehead rested against the wall as he slid himself further inside your heat. the warm water only adding to the heat of the moment, tricking down your back and between your legs, where his body was merged with yours.

kai watched as your fingers tried to cling onto the wall when he pulled himself out and drove halfway back in, "only i get to have my hands on you, y/n." he grunted, tightening his fingers on your neck and moving the other to rest on your ass.

your walls clenched around him at the possessive tone of his voice, only encouraging him to shove himself deeper inside you. "fuck, just like that. only i get to feel your tight pussy." he panted, his hips now setting a rythm and rocking to it.

"kai.." you mewled, almost worried that someone would walk inside the shower room and catch you both. but, that only thrilled kai, getting to display his claim on you, out and about.

his hips only moved faster, snapping against yours with every harsh thrust he gave you. kai squeezed your ass, "mhm, that's who you belong to." he tugged your head back, using his hold on your neck, and grinned against your ear.

kai proved his point by littering the side of your neck with hickeys, sucking and biting onto your skin like a man starved.

the sound of the shower was accompanied with your moans and kai's groans as he watched your knees buck and your cum glaze his cock. and, he continued to ram into you until he himself came all over your ass.

"the next time you forget that, i'll give you more than just a preview." he whispered and pressed a kiss against you shoulder.

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(i'm like half asleep, don't even question this)

[iprefervillains]

I know we sometimes joke over Bradley getting Nat and Jake getting Javy in their divorce before TGM, but what if Jake was actually the child of Nat and Javy’s divorce. What if Javy was/is his BFF and Nat was originally his wingmen?

What if the reason for the break-up is a pregnancy scare? Nat's period is late (actually due to stress but she doesn't know that) and she freaks out because she put way to much work into getting where she is just to "ruin" her career for a man. You know who also did everything to become a naval aviator? Bradley, so they bond over that. (They were just casual acquitances before that).

Nat then gets offered a spot on a different squadron (other side of the world) and asked if she wants to take her wingmen with her. By the time she already plans to break up with Javy, so she knows he is going to need his best friend Jake to build him back up. Nat then asks to get deployed with Bradley as her wingmen instead, but she doesn't tell Jake this and just says those were the orders.

She then ghosts both Jake and Javy but makes it seem like the lack of contact is due to her deployment until Jake hears from their CO a few months later that it was actually Nat who requested to get deployed with Bradley and that contacting her should work just fine.

Boom ultimate betrayal in Jake’s eyes, because not only did she choose the cowards way out of her relationship with Javy but picked his biggest rival/crush to replace him too. He also thinks she slept with Bradley because of the rumor mill, which is another double betrayal on top; Javy doesn't deserve to be cheated on and he told her about having thoughts about Bradshaw.

Cue very tense Top Gun experience because Jake wants to prove to himself that he is a way better pilot than Bradley.

Bradley doesn'treally get what's going on because last time he checked, they were just normal colleagues who trash talked a bit and now Jake is suddenly openly antagonistic and out for blood. Nat and Javy are fortunately in different classes.

Now, it's been years, but Jake 'Hangman' Seresin knows how to hold a grudge, so he is still super petty when they meet again at Top Gun for the second time. Nat didn't want his as a wingmen? Well, that's perfectly fine. He doesn't need one of those anyway. (He stopped flying with a wingmen in mind after she dropped him). And he is still pissed at Bradshaw for helping break Javy’s heart (and his own) by sleeping with Nat.

Meanwhile, Javy and Nat already talked it through two years before TGM and are now somewhat Okay-ish. Javy found someone new to settle down with, so at this point he is more mad about her hurting Jake in the process.

Let's be real a friendship betrayal is sometimes even worse than a romantic break-up and Jake wouldn't take being left behind by Nat well.

(And maybe, just maybe Bradley and Jake had something brewing all those years ago before the thing with Nat happened, so Jake felt even worse when he thought that Nat and Bradley slept together, because if Nat is Bradley’s type than Jake never really had a chance and was just making a fool of himself anyway.

[shitty-miniboss]

Some Zoro = First mate ponderings from twitter

Been wondering for nearly two decades if Oda trying to tiptoe around this while stomping like an elephant is him not wanting to play favorites, him really wanting Luffy to be against any hierarchy, or if he has something Planned.

It's interesting because Zoro is very hierarchical-minded, with constantly running rankings in his head, and between him joining first and being on par with Luffy, he thinks of himself as number two/first mate and would accept the role considering he already acts like he does. But Zoro hasn't really mentioned it on his own or commented when people say it. And when he's petty enough to rank people based on when they arrived at Sabaody, it just seems a bit odd. Maybe this is just another example of him acquiescing to Luffy in spite of his own nature.

But Luffy knows all of this well himself, and considering he already trusts Zoro as equal, would acknowledging it really change the crew dynamic so much? They're very egalitarian and don't even have captain's quarters and boss Luffy around, so why would they treat Zoro any differently? Wish we would have some insight on Luffy's opinion on this, because it feels like something is left unsaid or they already came to some understanding in private. Could just be as simple as Luffy viewing the crew as a friend group and not wanting to complicate it since it's worked.

But Zoro takes the hierarchy/pirate mechanics very seriously (Water 7), so part of me thinks it might actually bother him deep down along with his insecurities—but he's been keeping quiet about it the whole time.

Hope it's not just a meta reason of Oda wanting to nerf their relationship so they don't seem too close, because he's doing a bad job of that, lmao.

If it's for story reasons though... Predicting One Piece is a fool's errand, but at this point I think Blackbeard is extremely likely to come after Luffy's fruit, and we're going to have an arc where Luffy is the one getting rescued by the crew (Garp being captured too might also be a team-up setup) and Zoro temporarily assumes the role as Straw Hat captain while he's gone. Putting it into action would be one way to confirm it instead of Zoro just getting assigned it. Imagine Zoro wearing the straw hat looking like a fucking demon and doesn't sleep a single minute until they get Luffy back... ooooo it would be a 1 hit KO to me.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Can you do a tim wright x gnc reader in a wild west au?? I love cowboy tim w/my whole heart

I did not know I needed cowboy Tim in my life until you sent this in, thank you so much and also please enjoy, I hope I did your idea justice <3

I've been sitting on this one for a while trying to come up with the direction I wanted for his AU life, and I think I've settled on farmer by day, and bounty hunter by night. Farmer by day because in my actual canon, I said that if Tim were to retire from the mansion he'd probably become a farmer, and then bounty hunter by night because then he's still fitting in with his assassin job. He's well known in town for the juxtaposition of being a quiet, kind farmer, always supplying crops to everyone and caring so well for his animals, and then being stone cold at night, chasing after his bounty targets atop his mighty steed. So, then, how does our dear cowboy meet you?

Tim rescues you from one of his bounty targets. It's not the first time he's had to save someone being held hostage, but there's just something different about you. You're a traveler, new to the area, with nowhere to go, and considering he had to save you from one outlaw, he's not too keen on you getting caught up with another. So, out of the dear kindness of his heart, he invites you to stay in his farmhouse while you're getting back on your feet, however, you don't get to stay for free, because Tim is gonna put you to work. You get to wake up bright and early every morning, Tim slinging one of his old cowboy hats onto your head to protect you from the sun, working out in the fields to check on and care for all the crops. It almost feels intimate, how tender he is with you when he's showing you how to plant or harvest crops, how jokingly sassy he can be when you do something obviously wrong, the way his eyes crinkle in laughter the first time you fell off one of the horses. Tim had only planned to house you for maybe a couple of months, but now it's been half a year, the crops are changing, the weather is growing colder, and he doesn't have the heart or want to ask you to leave. It's become equally intimate for him, waking up to you fixing him fresh eggs every morning now that you're used to the schedule, watching how all his animals love you and won't leave you alone, seeing how much you care for the land and for him.

Needless to say, our dear cowboy has fallen head over heels for you and cannot figure out how to confess his feelings for you. It ends up happening quite suddenly, the two of you sitting at the dinner table, the windows open to let in some cool air. You've clearly got something on your mind considering how you've been picking at your dinner, until you eventually quietly ask him if he thinks you should leave now. You explain you feel you've been taking advantage of him, staying here long term when it was only supposed to be for a little while, and you don't want to take advantage of the kindness he's shown you. It feels like his world is shattering as he delicately grasps your hands, saying he'd truly prefer it if you'd stay, that you don't have to go. He goes on to say that he loves having you here but instead confesses that he loves you. His brain shuts off, panic ensuing, but before he can retract the statement, you're giving him that dazzling smile that got him whipped for you in the first place and saying you feel the same, and so your temporary home stays your permanent home. Once you're official he feels quite giddy, showing you off in town whenever he rides in on his horse, you sitting in front of him, wrapped up in his arms. The townsfolk who were so used to their quiet, peaceful farmer are pleasantly surprised to see him coming out of his shell, acting so jovially with you by his side, and soon it feels like you were always meant to end up in this town with him. It's so wonderful, waking up and working the fields with you, and then coming home to decompress and relax in your arms after his late nights out. He doesn't know how he ever managed to live before you came along, but now that he has you, he's thankful you're not going anywhere.

[burningcheese-merchant]

imma answer two asks at once just because I can. (I really wish that was an actual feature, instead of me having to screenshot asks and paste them into a post lol. Tumblr is almost 20 years old when are they going to add this QoL feature)

When you care so little about Clotted Cream that you forgot about a popular ship that he's part of lmaooo. I never really understood Clottedcier, it just feels really... nothing? Financier is his guard, she just takes her job really seriously. I admit that I haven't looked through the Odyssey arc for a really long time save for wanting to enjoy little fuel crumbs of HollyCacao so maybe I'm remembering wrong? But I don't remember any particular closeness between them. He's the stuck up politician and she's Secret Service basically. And I can understand the appeal of Public Figure x Guard, I just don't really feel anything with these two in particular. But more power to fans of it, y'all have fun. I prefer FinanChip personally

Some of it seems to be joking, some of it seems to be sincere. More power to all those people either way, of course. I just don't really understand this one either lol

For one, Black Forest is reeeeaaaaallllyyyy not in any position to be in a relationship at all. She's mentally ill/unstable and a victim of cult brainwashing. Just feels a little sad and strange to impose a relationship on such a confused and vulnerable person. Girl needs a date with a good psychologist before anyone else lol

Second, I think people just kind of ran away with "Wedding Cake is very fond of all the brides" and "you're the most passionate bride I've ever worked with" and automatically made it a lesbian thing because of course they did lol. Just another show of "no one is able or allowed to care about other people outside of a romantic context" imo. Again, I like gay shit as much as the next person, but this is kind of a stretch. Wedding planning was always her dream job, she's just really happy that her dream came true and she can help couples plan their special day (and she probably feels closer to brides specifically because a) she herself is a woman, women relate better to each other on principle b) weddings are often catered more to the bride than the groom (not necessarily a good thing, just how it is), c) the wedding dress is a key component of wedding planning and Wedding Cake obviously cares a lot about acquiring a good dress for the bride. Hell, look at her own attire. She's very feminine and is wearing a high-quality, formal dress herself. She must already love fashion and dresses even outside of her work)

Finally, as far as Wedding Cake knows, Black Forest is already happily engaged to a person she loves. She doesn't know it's a cult thing, she doesn't know Black Forest is brainwashed. She thinks she's just helping another bride plan her special day. Why would Wedding Cake pursue her if she thinks Black Forest is already taken? Are you guys saying Wedding Cake is a homewrecker? Lmao. Black Forest wouldn't have her anyway, she's completely batshit insane over the Witches and probably wouldn't even register someone else being interested in her

But you know. Ship what you want. Shipping is just playing dollhouse. I may not necessarily understand or agree with your way of playing with the dolls but I'm not going to try to take them from you. Have fun, friends

[familyagrestefanblog]

I finally got around to watch "The Ruler" and, man, when it comes to Nathaniel and Marc, this episode is simply PHENOMENAL. But it's honestly heartbreaking to see that the show is giving more and more plot lines we longed to see for the love square for over a decade now to side characters. Sure, the comic was a Ladynoir parallel, but it's an outdated one and has now been given to Nathaniel and Marc instead.

It can even be seen in the way Marinette and Adrien have no real reaction to the comic of which the story SHOULD have hit them very close to home because of their hero partner. But they don't. Especially Marinette who the episode wrote as so excited and invested in the story that she wanted to keep a printed test version of it and hang it up in her room.

As nice as the wishful thinking is that she did this because it reminded her of her partnership with Chat Noir, there is nothing in the episode to actually back that up. Marinette is emotionally invested in the story, but there is no real indication that this is anything else but her simply being an invested fan like everyone else.

But not just that. The episode also pretty much goes out of its way to reinforce how dead Ladynoir is by now by giving yet another prime example of how Marinette since season 4 has demanded and 100% established that she'll drag her entire civilian life into her hero work - and fully on Chat's expense bc for her to drag 100% of her life in she had to first forbid him from existing under the mask AT ALL in season 4 & 5 - cause she'll neither humour waiting for him and will just pick another main partner for her in any given battle she likes while still not letting Chat know anything about it. Chat Noir may as well not have shown up here at all, Marinette would have literally not noticed it. She already replaced him as her partner for the battle, she wouldn't have cared for a single second.

It used to be normal that they WAIT for each other, btw. But here in "The Ruler" the episode at least didn't hide that one of the two main reasons for why Chat Noir got immediately screwed over was because Ladybug just completely forgot about him again as leader and "partner" who still acts like she hasnt paid any attention yet in 5 seasons that leaving Chat Noir out of the plan, not waiting, and not informing him of what the plan is before going about executing it increases the likelihood of him getting hurt as well as him becoming reckless when he enters the field because of his insecurities which she has been made well WELL aware of by now. And this wasn't some city destroying akuma, so no excuse here (Same as Werepapas. There was no excuse for not taking your time to avoid risking to kill Adrien, the akuma was a non-threat to the city).

Say however you like that Adrien should be more careful and not act out on his insecurities like this (even though i know exactly that this is a standard you will NEVER apply to Marinette who's causing way more damage by taking her insecurities out on others), but this is on Maribug too. Shes the leader and DEMANDS that Chat Noir always shows up on his own bc she declared caring about the Black Cat Miraculous to not be a job a professional leader should ever be asked of to do.

Those were HER self-serving terms she set on Chat's expense in season 4, so now it still absolutely IS her obligation as leader to consider how things will affect him when he then later enters the battle field. She can't just write his existence off, pick another partner rooted in her civilian life, and already get into the real battle before he arrives when that has continously proven itself to screw him over. That's ABYSMAL leadership.

And if Marinette by now STILL doesn't know yet that this will put Chat in danger, then she's honestly just an awful leader to him, too. How many seasons, incidents, and bonding moments does this girl need to finally pay attention as leader and not forget about him the second she feels guilty about something from her civilian life and wants to solve it by giving her friends Miraculous powers? We've had this 500 times already, this is nothing new.

Again, at least this episode had it come with the appropriate consequences. Brainwashed Chat Noir chases Ladybug and tries cataclysming her, where she then continues writing him off, thinking he'll just not show up again after she got away, which then logically resulted in Chat pushing her into the brainwashing weapon too from which Caprikid then had to save them BOTH from and defeat the akuma by himself.

All of this wouldn't have happened if Ladybug still in any way acted like Chat Noir is her actual PARTNER like the comic said. But this girl will just pick someone else over him on a whim and writes off his entire existence, only to then continue acting surprised when that backfires. She literally does it TWICE in this very episode and it's the main reason for both of their brainwashings. Marinette, STOP WRITING OFF CHAT NOIR'S EXISTENCE!!!

And sure, that may sound like I'm contracting myself when I initially complained about this showcasing that Ladynoir is dead by now, because "clearly" this episode (as well as Daddycop for example or Revelator) acknowledges in its writing that Marinette's treatment of Chat Noir is bad and causes problems.

But here is the thing. Theoretically speaking, yes, that's how it COULD be used, but clearly isn't. Same as Adrinette ( and especially MARINETTE) not reacting to the Ladynoir coded comic story, Marinette is now for the third season in a row not written to acknowledge at any point that her ever-on-going problematic treatment of Chat Noir is something that she should STOP doing because it fundamentally puts him in danger and therefore causes problems.

You can absolutely watch this episode and not acknowledge that Marinette's leadership and her just randomly picking a new main partner for the battle on a whim is the primary reason for why Chat Noir got screwed over again (you know, the way the show always does. If you don't want Marinette to ever be at fault for anything, the writing will make sure that you won't be asked to face that). Season 4-6 writing are indeed writing in the logical consequences of her bad leadership decisions on his expense, but at no point is Marinette HERSELF written to then learn the lesson and stop it. She's right back to her Season 4 bullshit the way she still does it over and over and OVER again. But she NEVER actually learns. Quite the opposite, her problem-causing leadership only gets further cemented as the new status quo and she NEVER does anything about it for the third season in a row! That's why I'm saying it's the primary factor at fault here. Adrichat absolutely isn't blameless, but Maribug's faults and bad leadership decisions have remained unchallenged for over 2 seasons now while Adrien is always blamed and held accountable for anything awful that happens to him under her leadership. It's Maribug's side that is the root of it by now thanks to that development, so it's the one that has to be called out and held accountable to solve the problem for good.

But season 6 too seems to have no interest in finally asking Marinette to improve her leadership system she established fully on Chat's expense. She just keeps going, no matter what.

And that's how we end up with episodes like this where, yes, the Nathaniel and Marc comic is Ladynoir coded, but it's painfully outdated partnership wise and Marinette herself literally acts like Chat Noir is still non-existent in her head and barely means anything to her. She has hero (best) friends she can and will replace him with at any moment and she a devoted boyfriend who will worship and take care of her the way Chat was once set up to do.

Chat Noir is pretty much irrelevant in Marinette's head and life now, the way we already saw it in season 4 & 5, but especially Kwamis Choice. And this being episode 15 (so one of the mid-season finales) really tells you alot about what direction Ladynoir will still continue to go. And its one that was 100% predictable and most importantly AVOIDABLE ever since season God damn 4.

If / when Chrysalis gets her hands on Chat Noir, I honestly don't know how I'm supposed to feel bad for Marinette in this anymore. Maribug losing Chat Noir to the Butterfly is just painfully earned at this point. Just do it already.

[yanderes-galore]

Can you please do a yandere Skales concept from ninjago?

Sure! Takes place before he has a kid, of course.... Sorry it's kinda bad, I fell out of Ninjago and ran out of ideas for Skales :(

Yandere! Skales HCs

(Prior to Stone Army)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Hypnosis, Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Dehumanization, Stalking, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship.

Skales originally was often considered ambitious and proud.

Like a true snake, he's been known to distort the truth and manipulate others using his words.

It doesn't help that he's also a Hypnobrai... a race of Serpentine who can hypnotize others.

When he meets his obsession, Skales main goal is still becoming the Serpentine King.

For these HCs, I'm going to ramble about behavior and less about plot.

Prior to being sealed in a tomb for the second time, Skales is actually intimidating as a yandere.

He's incredibly intelligent and knows how to plan.

If he wanted something, with just the right plan he could obtain it.

Skales is cunning when first introduced, always looking for power and ways to benefit himself.

If he was attached to someone... He's going to come up with some elaborate scheme.

He probably found you by chance, perhaps a friend of the ninjas?

You could've originally been held hostage for information on something the Serpentine were after... like the Fangblades or something... only to be saved later.

That's one way you could meet Skales if we're assuming you're a human.

If you're also Serpentine, then I can see Skales trying to help unite the tribes just to court you.

Skales isn't afraid to use underhanded tactics and trickery to get what he wants.

In theory, being a snake would help Skales with stealth.

Not as much as Pythor... but enough to elude your sight while he hunts you down.

I feel Skales, surprisingly, is difficult to get away from.

He's got numbers and hypnotism.

One look and you'll follow his orders.

With this knowledge and ability, I don't think Skales would have a hard time getting you to be his.

Plus, even if you got away, some of the hypnotic effects will still linger and allow him to track you.

I can definitely see Skales as manipulative and tactical with how he gets his beloved.

In terms of murder... again, I see Pythor more capable of that than Skales.

Skales seems like he has more bark than bite?

He's ambitious but isn't going to go into a fight alone.

Skales is more likely going to have another Serpentine do his bidding.

Especially if he's become king by this point.

Look... All kings need a spouse, yes?

He's simply looking for one... and he's chosen you.

It's been so lonely locked away in a tomb by the humans...

However, he feels he can find companionship with you.

All you need to do is drop your guard...

All he needs is a bit of eye contact and he'll treat you well.

I feel Skales would only be an intense yandere before he's locked away.

It's them he's driven by his want for power to become the Serpentine King.

You're simply a treasure he wishes to obtain before his rise.

Skales would probably wait to use hypnosis on you.

He wants to see if he can convince you without using his abilities first....

Yet you treat him like a monster.

Perhaps that's expected....

All you see is a giant snake stalking your every move... trying to abduct you...

Or maybe if you're a Serpentine yourself... You don't trust him and his ambitions.

Which, of course, makes Skales a little impatient.

Skales' obsession is probably the opposite of other yanderes.

He starts off as intense, no doubt kidnapping his obsession or even hypnotizing them to satiate his personal desires.

Yet over time he's softer, trying to make a 'relationship' actually work.

Another way I can see Skales as a yandere is delusional.

Perhaps he tries to convince himself that holding you captive under the effects of his hypnosis is better for you both....

This way he can live out his fantasies without you fighting him.

While ambitious and manipulative... I see him as more delusional than Pythor.

His ability allows him to make his own fantasies just with a bit of hypnosis.

Which allows him to be a bit more delusional than most.

He's definitely less violent than most... he just wants to keep to his fantasies.

Not like that makes what he does any less horrible.

You're still a captive.

Just a poor soul Skales can project his delusions onto...

You'll never truly get away from him...

Even if someone saves you... he'll simply track you down with the lingering hypnosis vision he put on you...

Once he's had a taste of the fantasy he made using you... He's never planning to let that go....

[meathunt]

Hello!

I want to say I love your vampire dads au

Elias being sweet while Thomas is firm but gentle or (coaxing?) With his methods is something I enjoy (sorry if I might have mixed up between names)

.I think reader were a human before their turning and I think you mentioned them being turned twice? As like Thomas marked them once and elias marked them also so that would make them have two sires or am I wrong?

. If you don't mind I want to ask for scenario about reader , when they wake up and everything is cleared for them like pain is bearable and no more frogynes? Or their headache? , what would their reaction be knowing they got fully turned into vampire and is probably in their fledgling phase and their reaction to discovering they consumed blood from their sire and that they would have to feed from them for while , would reader get scared and get fussy with them or except it because they feel same around their sires's?

. Sorry if it's too long also English is not my main language so I lack in some terms and tried to explain as best as I could 😅

- anyways keep your passion and hard work and thank you for drinking our crocodile tears with your amazing writing lol

-R

Thank you! Hope you keep enjoying my works!!! Well you are right but also wrong! I will explain kinda what happened in reader's process of turning and siring in another post as i will probably make it a bit long haha. When i write it you can find it here! Now for the scenario :] ---

You felt too warm in the position you were laying down at the moment, rolling to the other side in search for a cooler place to keep sleeping.

The bed felt very nice from under you, firm but not hard, and the blanket that you were currently hiding your face in was so wonderful, the fluffy material softly caressing your face.

It was very soft huh....

 ....

You are pretty sure you didn't own anything this nice, even if you did you are pretty sure it would be one small blanket.

But now that you felt more awake you could recognize that almost everything around you was way out of your budget. From the pillows and blankets around you to the soft fluffy clothes you were wearing at the moment.

You slowly sat up from the bed, now noticing that it mostly looks like a bedding made of multiple pillows, blankets and few plushies here and there.

But the most notable detail of it all was that you didn't recognize any of it, no windows to get a feel of what time it was. You woke up fully now, and for the first time of what you feel have been months, you really felt awake, fully conscious, actually aware of your surroundings, slow panic rising as your situation fully set in.

Your last clear-ish memory was drinking yourself silly in some bar, after that is just some blurry scenes that make you nervous the more you try to figure out what actually happened, the more you feel panic rising inside you, unconsciously fidgeting with the blanket in your hands. A whimper on the tip of your tongue, but you hold it back, deciding to put a pin on it and come back later, for now you have to figure out where are you.

You go to stand up from where you were sitting and almost instantly feel your legs give out from under you. Well that’s strange, you go to stand up again feeling how you struggle to maintain balance when you finally stood up, you stretch a bit, feeling your bones pop with the action. Some parts of your body feel a bit sore when you go to walk to the door, having to take it slowly, stumbling a bit on the way as your legs feel a bit weaker, opening and looking into the corridor. Well, now you can clearly say you are not in your house, or somewhere you could really afford, even the light features in here look way out of you budget, you walk out of the room, deciding that exploring the place is your game plan for now.

After some minutes you are almost sure you are completely alone in the house, you haven’t heard anyone around for a bit, and if you are being honest you haven’t heard anything, the house being strangely quiet.

While walking aimlessly and judging the decoration of the house you are currently in you encounter what could only be living room, and while very comfortable you note the lack of technology in here, not even clocks to give you a clue of what day or time it is. You note that there is a door to the balcony, but before you can open it a hand grabs you by the shoulder.

“And where do you think you are going Sunshine?”

His voice almost made you jump out of your skin, turning around to see a burly man towering man over you made you stop breathing for a second, how did this mountain of a man managed to sneak up on you is a mystery.

“U-uhm.” You tried to figure out who he was but nothing came to mind, but as you looked into his eyes full of care and just happiness to see you, you are a bit shocked so you really don’t react until he is practically in front of you and immediately going to carry you, but before he could really get comfortable you stopped him “Hey, hey! It’s okay, I can walk!”

He visibly tenses by your words and immediately looks into your eyes, even when he towers above you and could possibly force you if he chose to, you don’t feel in danger, his eyes don’t look angry, but a bit more hurt, a bit more inquisitive, like he’s not used to you denying him things.

Before any of you could say or do anything else another person stepped into the room “Oh cutie, you should let Papa carry you, after all you can barely stand on your own”

Huh? What was he talking about-

You go to take a step back but just as if in command your legs fail you, if not for the man in front of you that with inhuman speed held you and settled you against his chest you would have probably be on the ground and most likely hit your head.

“Love, let’s go take a sit at the sofa, seems our little one has many questions in their little head” Thomas says as he is already on his way.

Elias carries you no problem as you try to make sense of what even is going on. You stay on Elias’s lap even when he already took a sit, and you don’t make a move to get off because you are almost sure he won’t allow it. You don’t want to acknowledge that it also feels just right, like you will be safe here.

You all stay silent for a bit, them waiting for you to ask something, and you trying to think of what to ask first, who are they? Where are you? How did you get here?

You look up at Thomas, trying to decide as your mind is flooded by questions, but even if you feel some kind of connection with him your mind also raises an alert. He doesn’t seem as strong as the man holding you, but you still think you won’t be able to take him in a fight. But as you focus more on him that sense of wrongness grows, you can’t put your finger on why, he looks like a common rich dude, maybe softer.

But then it clicks, his chest.

His chest is not rising. That almost instinctive rise and fall from the chest is just not happening, he’s not breathing, and since he entered the room he hasn’t being doing such a simple, common thing. And then your question comes immediately to mind “…what are you?”

Thomas smiles at you, a smile that has too many teeth, sharper than any humans would be.

Elias strokes your back as you almost instinctually nuzzle on his chest in look for comfort, even if you really didn’t realize you were doing it. --

Almost two hours after they answered all the question you had.

Vampires, fucking vampires.

You didn’t want to admit that it was the only thing that actually made sense with the meager memories you had, that it was reasonable once they answered all of the questions. You were freaking out, internally, mentally you were freaking out about all the new findings. Because physically you weren’t.

Somewhere in the talk Thomas decided to take you from Elias’s arms and take your place, no you were laying on his chest while in a cuddle pile between him and Elias. And you were angry, you wanted to shout and scream and cry about what fate brought to you, about the things you just figured out you lost, about the life you will never get back and weren’t able to properly say goodbye to.

That you were able to get mad, even when Elias’s hand strokes your back in a comforting manner, and the purring from Thomas chest wasn’t relaxing you further into his hold.

And as Elias brought his wrist to your mouth and you immediately closed your eyes, you tried to convince yourself that as the irony smell hit your nose you didn’t latched onto the source like a kid with ice-cream, and as it flowed inside you and you felt tears burning in your eyes that it was disgust what you felt instead of warm comfort as the liquid settled in your stomach.

And that the vibration of your chest was contained hiccups instead of a happy purring escaping you after realizing that your captors, caretakers, will never be far from you.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Stranded

Author's note: I'm going to be trying to do Mermay 2025.

Summary: Doronius

Warnings: Someone is stranded. Someone is rescued. Mentions of canabalism. Swearing. Mentions of bullying and gallows humor. LMK if I need to add something

tagged: @sleepyfan-blog @c-u-c-koo-4-40k @i-am-a-dragon34 @ms--lobotomy @jaghatai-khock

tagged: @kit-williams @whorety-k @bleedingichorhearts @thevoidscreams @gra93fruit-blog

Tagged: @felinisnoctis @bispecsual, @egrets-not-regrets @finchly-tintinnabulation

Doronius is flying through the air. He's been on Ancient Terra for a few months, and once he was patched up and properly healed, the Tech Marine Hydra had been extremely busy. With how few resources everyone had and specialists of all kinds being extremely limited, they were all in high demand. His ability to work with machine spirits and metals is quite the boon.

Doronius hears the singing of a strange mechanical spirit, its song sounded discordant and in pain he frowns and flies over he tilts his head and sees that there are three upset looming humans and a the pieces of a broken ship.

"I told you that you should not have joked about trying to decide who to kill and eat!" A scowling baseline human says with their hands on their hips. "Just because we have all been stuck here for a few days and things are not going well doesn't mean we should sink to turning on each other so soon."

"It was just a stupid joke- gallows humor because we are utterly fucked." Another one of the humans protested.

"Where did they go? And how? There's no way the could have swim far enough away without us knowing." Another person pointed out. "And this island isn't big enough for them to hide from of that long."

"You two should not have talked about killing and eating one of us- the supposed 'weak link' while looking at them!" The shouting human yells again.

"... still I want to know where they are... and what happened to them." One of the other to says as the shift around uneasily.

"I thought I heard them speak or something and then I heard a splash." The other human who hadn't spoken yet said as they fidgeted.

"And you are just now saying something?!" The most loud baseline human yells.

"I thought I saw a massive mutated monster..." thar human says with a flinch.

'How curious,' Doronius thinks as he tilts his head listening to the drama.

The most vocal human looks enraged as they stomp off. All three humans look more than a little dehydrated and sunburnt. He tilts his head and flies over to the sunburnt human that left the other two as he does so he hears the other two speak.

"So our first choice for sustenance is gone somehow." There was a semi joking, semi serious look on the baselines face.

"... seriously?" The other human says.

"What we gotta consider this stuff if we wanna survive. And I don't want it to be me." They said.

"I Don't wanna die or be eaten either!" They protest.

"Well. Good thing, there is a third person left then." The other person said, sounding flippant yet serious.

Doronius spots that the third person who had stomped off is actually near enough to hear the other two speak with a shocked, fearful, betrayed, and hurt expression on their face. He dips into the ocean and pops up near them. The baseline human jumps and stares at him.

"Please help me! They- the other two are planning to kill and eat me." The baseline begs with tears in their eyes.

"It seems rather unfortunate to have them do that." Doronius says as hebswims closer.

The Alpha Legion always needs more hands to help. They work quite closely with baseline humans and other species often living among them and working with or for or against or a mixture of those things.

"Come into my arms and keep your face tucked to my chest. I can move fast and you need to try and not get injured." Doronius says.

He does send a message to a couple of Chaos Hydra about the other two humans whether they are saved or become lunch for someone else isn't in his preview. With the way the human thanked him profusely as he clings to him.

[just-1other-nerd]

Oh my God, there is so much in this reblog chain that I need to comment on... disclaimer I only saw the show once in November/December so I'm not all too familiar with the details.

Prev you are absolutely right when you say that the writing was inconsistent and that the fandom is only still alive because of damage control and a ship. The thing is the show had so much potential and it was wasted time and time again but in between there where bits of gold that were what kept me going.

Another few examples for unconsistent writing: Allura being so easily manipulated by that dark force thing when we had a whole fuck ass episode in season one where she withstands the manipulation of a corrupted ai in the form of her father while having a fever, this mimi arc set her up for being the one on the team to have the strongest mental resistance from there on out but no. Lance going to be a farmer was shit, yes he loves his family and earth but he always wanted to be a space pilot, this is why he went to the garrison, he is one of those bragging guys from day one and he is always shown to want glory and fame so him going off the grid on earth is just actively opposing everything that was set up about him, they didn't even put in the effort to make him say an out of character explanation for this like "I was just acting like this so that I could be what people expect of me" and just threw that ending in there. Another inconsistency is the whole Allura Lance thing because he was the only one to express any interest but toned in down after getting rejected over and over again and after strengthening his platonic relationship with her and once he is at this more healthy place Allura suddenly does a 180 and has a crush and that after Lance tragically had barely any development except for maturing a bit which makes us not understand where this change of feelings comes from since he is basically still the same guy who was rejected many times. And I want to be clear that this isn't Allura's fault but the writers, I like her despite all of the bad directions that they took her.

Now back to the actual topic of this post.

I also think Keith (my little beloved emo bitch) should not have become the leader because of the reasons op said, he's reckless, hotheaded, self-isolating and just in this position because Shiro set him up to be and not because of his actions. I mean I like the bits of growth he got through being forced into this role that was bigger than who he was but he shouldn't have been the black paladin in the 1st place, there were other ways to make him get the same development, like his role within the blades or his role as the literal right hand of Voltron's head, he was basically vice-leader from the start but that didn't get explored. I actually think that Klance works so well not just as a ship but as a general dynamic because of Keith's obvious character flaws and Lance's strengths on top of their banter. Lance is good with people where as Keith isn't, Lance is mature enough to put the team over his own needs where Keith is impulsive and emotional which leads to selfish and reckless decisions, Lance is straight forward and putting himself out there and Keith keeps to himself. Keith on the other hand has got more refined skills and so while Lance is good at fighting and piloting Keith will always be better at that. There's something about the other that they envy and but also deeply respect. Now imagine how this dynamic could have been been utilised better if Keith stayed the right-hand man instead of Lance becoming him and if Lance took over the leader role. It also fits better because even as the leader Keith often struggled with seeing himself as part of the team while Lance did so despite their differences. And we know Lance isn't the best strategist or something but he is quite good at executing the plan so he could rely on others to help come up with a plan and him giving orders on how to go through with it, because that's what a team is for, balancing each other out with specific skill sets.

That being said I actually liked the bit where Lance accepted his position in the team as not the most flashy and important one, him coming to terms with that was as good thing, he matured. He became more confident because he saw the worth of his current position.

My personal take on the whole changing of positions within the team is that I didn't want it to happen at all because every decision they could have made kinda felt wrong to me mainly because it always meant that somebody new would have to be the 5th member. Shiro was good at his job because he was a leader before, he had experience, the only other person who can say that is Allura since she was born and raised in a high political position. But I didn't like her on the team as much as I liked the others. She is very much the heart of Voltron but she is way more capable in controlling the castle ship, think of it as Shiro being the captain but her as the commander. If she wanted to be a paladin she also could have just assumed that position from the start like she didn't have to assign it to one of the random teenagers. Remember how they used the wormholes (which only Allura could activate from her position on the ship) in their battle strategies in the 1st two seasons? That showed me that she isn't just a bystander or anything she is actively involved, while the lions are for fighting up close she was there to cover them and enhance their possibilities via wormhole. Once she was part of the team she couldn't activate those the way she did before which was just a wasted resource if you ask me. I never thought of her as helpless or not capable I just thought that the commanding position on the ship suited her better. She already was all of those great and interesting things, a princess, a political leader, a spiritual leader, a genocide survivor, a strategist, a commander, a diplomat, a teenage girl and so on, enough material to make her compelling and interesting without also making her a paladin if only the writers cared to explore those aspects of her more (I also feel like making her be a paladin on top of all those other things made her a bit of a Mary-Sue). But we all know there weren't enough other established characters in the series yet that could have become the 5th member so it had to be her.

This leads me to my next problem because as prev said Shiro basically dying after taking complete control of the lion and unlocking more powers was just so stupid, they should have done that whole thing differently. Shiro should have survived that battle and should have gone on a few missions in this new stronger shape before he was obliterated, that would have made the threat bigger and more dangerous and set up higher stakes because the loss would be even greater. The thing is that when "Shiro" came back it was hella suspicious and I was always doubting him but they didn't follow through on him being a clone for so long that at the point of the reveal I had basically accepted that he was just magically back. I love this angsty storyline on paper, guy "dies" and a clone sleeper agent of him who doesn't know he is one until activated is sent back as a spy on the team only for his brother to desperately want the real one back and go after him and them then reanimating the real one but in the clone's body is some fucked up shit which I like to see explored, which is why the Black Paladins episode is one of my favourites. But I think that it should have come earlier, the teams suspicions of "Shiro" should have grown, the black lion should have reacted in some way, the enemies should have used him more efficiently and a few more flashbacks of Shiro's and Keith's bond should have been there scattered across those episodes before the reveal to make it even more emotional. And of course they should have used Shiro better once he was back instead of sidelining him. My boy has been through so much traumatic shit and dealing with that would be so compelling especially since we never got it at first because of his memory loss but then because it wasn't him and then because they decided not to use him in a meaningful way anymore. I wish they would have showed us more than he's a perfect leader despite the shit that he went through, make him react to his trauma by giving him more flaws.

I gotta disagree with op's take on Shiro and Lance though, I don't think Shiro treated Lance all that bad because I don't think there really was any relationship beyond being colleagues and idolisation of Shiro on Lance's part. Which is a shame really because as you said meeting your idol is a complicated thing, one could lean into the whole "my idol isn't who I thought he'd be, he's flawed and not that interested in me" thing or "my idol is a real human being and I need to stop putting him on a pedestal". But Shiro never developed any strong bonds with the people with whom he already had history like Pidge and Keith meaning that Allura, Lance and Hunk (who btw was neglected the most by the writers) got left behind, I don't blame Shiro, I blame the writers.

Final thoughts: I liked Allura more in her commanding position outside the paladins, I think Shiro is the best leader for the team but if there was somebody who could replace him it is Lance, Keith should be in the position of the right hand, the sword, the blade, the dangerous missions kinda guy in the red lion because it is an important part yet not a leadership role and fits more with his momora and solo missions arc, Hunk and Pidge are perfect as the legs even the writers couldn't fuck that up. The thing is I like the idea of a team member going missing and them having to adapt and replace but in my opinion it shouldn't have been a permanent change but rather a half a season arc during which they all grow and learn to work together in a better way but ultimately being given the chance to go back to their original lions (the ones who chose them from the start - which means something to me) and discovering that their experiences made them a better team.

I like how the black lion is literally doesn't give a fuck about who is it's paladin. It took a battle to get zarkon out of it's system, it took no time for shiro to pilot it, and then like 5 seconds for it to accept keith. I bet that if lance was actually serious about being a leader and it wasn't just for show, black would let him in.

That brings me to the fact that the show was building up for lance to lead voltron, but then they decided that actually no, keith should be the leader (insane decision, actually unparalleled unhinged behavior, especially at that time)

Keith is a hothead, he's reckless and a loner. The fact that shiro wanted for him to lead voltron was pure nepotism. Lance has great spacial and emotional awareness, he always thinks about the team before he thinks about himself. Yeah he boasts and he's annoying, but he's the sanity of the team, he's the shoulder everyone can rely on in their time of need.

Don't get me wrong, this is not a keith slander post, i absolutely love that emo little shit. But at that point in the story, he was in no way fit to lead and he didn't want to. Lance was better suited for that role, but because of the writers' biases of "he's a comedic relief character" he didn't get to be a fully fledged out character.

[phantaasmic]

made a vaguely insulting low ball offer on a used car. pray for me

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[anhonestdaysworkcomic]

I’m updating my art fight profile rn and I’ll realizing how little I’ve drawn the farm family

[aquarianights]

ah yes undertaker my favourite topic to discuss, allow me to share some of my theories regarding these questions:

1. The connection is definitely linked to Claudia, I'd like to think her lover, and the father of Vincent and Francis. Although I doubt they actually got married but maybe they did who knows! Also, Undertaker might have been introduced to Claudia by someone in their circle or even her own father through their 'line of work'. Either way, his obsession with the Phantomhives definitely stems from his relationship with Claudia bc he has her locket and it's twisted in the shape of infinity which heavily implies love.

2. I think the obvious endgame is necromancy as he wants to defy death, so bringing back claudia or r!ciel. Imagine he's kept Claudia's corpse preserved and is working on perfecting his technique so that he cna successfully resurrect her. In a dark gothic romance kinda way it would be so romantic for him to have done all this for 'love', I'm probably reading too deep into it but the angst would be insane if we got this. Undertaker going against death itself to bring his loved one back only for her to tell him to move on 💔

3. This one is interesting, I haven't thought about it much. I guess it must be related to whoever burned the manor down in the first place, I think if Undertaker knows exactly who did it and how it went down, maybe during that time he was busy dealing with them on another front? OR he doesnt know and that's why he was blindsided and couldn't recover their bodies or the boys in time. I doubt he was the one responsible for kidnapping them in the first place. As for his underworld connections, if we assume the villain is the queen herself, then ig it's plausible that he couldn't find them.

4. I have contemplated this one a lot, so let me share my thoughts (sorry this might be long).

As stated earlier, I don't think he's behind the fire OR the final villain, that could be the queen or whatever third party was responsible for the fire. However, I do believe undertaker will be the catalyst for the ending of the story and particularly - saving ciel from the demon contract.

Undertaker being a main character is quite obvious when you realise yana based his entire design off the protagonist of her first (unpublished) manga draft — I have another theory regarding that but that would have to be a different thread.

Back to the story, if we simply consider how long undertaker has been alive, that means his backstory has the potential to be the longest and most important to the plot. He might even be the oldest character alive at present? not counting other grim reapers but I digress.

He lived a whole life before becoming a grim reaper, which makes me wonder when he started collecting all those mourning lockets. Destroying the HQ when he deserted is also a crazy move like?? what exactly prompted him to do that?

All i am getting from this is that Undertaker has a very long and twisted relationship with death itself, and perhaps that is the crux of his story which also makes a wonderful backdrop theme for the rest of the manga. Specifically, the whole demon contract which will devour ciel's soul.

Onto my final point, I believe Undertaker's history of essentially working closely with death, and his obsession with the Phantomhives might be the key in saving Ciel's soul from being devoured by Sebastian. I can't remember if Undertaker knows he's a demon? But I doubt he's unaware, and maybe he already has a plan to destroy him, who knows.

As for Undertaker's ending, I believe he will inevitably die. Breaking my heart as I say this and whilst writing this I just had an epiphany - how can he die if he's a grim reaper? His soul will be destroyed, either by offering it to Sebastian as a sacrifice, or by being punished by the grim reapers HQ, maybe being condemned to hell for his necromancer side gig.

Gosh this is making me sad, but I can't think of a more fitting and beautiful end for a character as tragic as him other than death? To have his soul destroyed sounds brutal but the angst of it all makes sense, so there we go that's my two cents on his lore.

If we ever get UT's backstory, there are a frw things that I want to know.

1. How is he related to the Phantomhives?

2. What is his endgame?

3. Why did it take him so long (about a month?) to locate the boys after the fire? He did find and took RC's body out of the burning building, but what took him so long? I know that the boys were sold off and moved around, but given his connection in the underworld, he should be able to find them quickly.

4. Whose side is he on? If he really cared about the Phantomhives, then it's unlikely that he was involved in the fire, which means he's not the 'final boss'. So, would he join OC & Seba in the end? Or would he be eliminated by the other Reapers? Or will he just... disappear?

So many questions...